Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Feng Lin looked at Rongrong in front of him and asked, "Why?"

"That dragon is very powerful. Even though it is a phantom now, it has the power of a semi-saint."

Rongrong explained, "He kills anyone he sees. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't escape from here, we would have died a long time ago."

"Then I'm not afraid. If I really can't beat him, I can just run away."

Feng Lin asked with a smile, "Which direction?"

Rongrong pointed to the deepest peak, "On the other side of the mountain."

"Thank you."

After Feng Lin finished speaking, he flew towards that direction. He wanted to see if there were any fluctuations of the formation near the dragon clan.

Even if there were no fluctuations in the formation, perhaps the noise caused by the battle with the dragon clan would be able to attract the woman's attention.

Seeing Feng Lin leave, Rongrong immediately looked at Hongshan who was standing beside him, "Uncle, what do you think we should do?"

"At least now we can tell that Feng Lin's strength can really help us."

Hong Shan looked at Feng Lin's disappearing back and said, "We need to change our strategy."

Rongrong nodded, looked at the direction where Feng Lin disappeared, and fell into deep thought.

……

Feng Lin climbed over a distant mountain range and discovered that behind the mountain was a vast primeval forest.

Of course, the forest, like the ruins here, has long been devastated.

After Feng Lin came here, he sensed carefully and finally discovered the fluctuations of breath in the distance.

So he flew in the direction of the breath.

Boom!

In the forest below, a golden figure cut through the air like lightning.

The light did not appear in front of Feng Lin, but came behind him.

Feng Lin immediately turned around and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

This middle-aged man has black hair and golden pupils.

However, there was a piece missing from his head, so it looked pointy.

There was a golden light flickering inside the left side of the head.

"Hello, senior."

Feng Lin bowed slightly to the middle-aged man.

"The aura on you doesn't sound like that of a strange beast. Who are you?" the middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.

"My name is Feng Lin, a descendant of Yan and Huang. I have a very good relationship with the dragon clan, and Yinglong is my elder."

Feng Lin was still the same as usual, trying to be close to them, because these people were all illusions anyway.

After a few days, they will lose their memory and have no idea who they are or what they said.

"Yinglong? Do you know this little jerk?"

The middle-aged man looked at Feng Lin and asked.

"I think the senior is a nice person. I don't know why you are scolding him?" Feng Lin asked calmly.

"You are the descendant of Yan and Huang, he is going to help you, so it is natural that he is good in your eyes."

The middle-aged man said with a bad face, "When our dragon race was facing life and death, he didn't help us, but mixed with other races. Do you think he can be called a good person?"

"It certainly isn't for you."

Feng Lin nodded. He didn't want to say more about this matter. Instead, he stared at the other party and asked, "What's wrong with your head, senior?"

"A few days ago, I tried to transcend and forcefully break through the wall of my head, but I failed."

The middle-aged man pointed at his head and said, "It was destroyed by the power of heaven, and it cannot be sublimated and repaired. I can only reshape my body after entering the sainthood, but the lost power can never be restored."

"I don't understand what you said, senior. I came here this time to inquire about one thing. You have been nearby for such a long time. Is there any formation fluctuation around you?"

Feng Lin went straight to the point.

At least from the conversation so far, he had no intention of killing because he was not a Taotie.

"Why should I tell you? For the sake of Yinglong, I will spare you this time. Go back."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he flew towards the forest below. Feng Lin did not leave. From what the middle-aged man said, he might really know where the traces of the formation were.

He did not continue chasing, but looked around.

However, this place is much larger than the ancient battlefield that Ye Yourong mentioned before.

It would be very difficult for Feng Lin to find traces of the formation here alone.

But after all, there were elemental debris, so he could only endure it.

Feng Lin walked around and stopped occasionally. He put his hands on the ground and felt his surroundings carefully.

This broken world was obviously much more advanced than before.

As he was searching, he found Rongrong and Hongshan flying over together.

Rongrong asked curiously: "Feng Lin, why didn't you fight that dragon?"

"Maybe it's because I'm a descendant of Yan and Huang, so he didn't attack me."

Feng Lin looked at Rongrong in front of him and asked, "Why? Do you really want me to fight with the other party?"

"No, I don't want anything to happen to you."

Rongrong smiled like a fox, "I want to ask you a favor."

"We're not familiar with each other, right?"

Feng Lin continued to squat, looking for fluctuations in the formation around him.

Finding that there was nothing here, he walked towards somewhere else.

"I know you won't agree if I ask you for help, but we can give you the baby."

Rongrong quickly followed, standing in front of Feng Lin and spoke.

"You can listen first to what they want you to do." Ye Yourong's voice came over.

Feng Lin nodded, looked at Rongrong and asked, "First tell me what you want me to do, and then tell me what treasure you can give me, and I can consider it."

Hearing that things were taking a turn for the better, Rongrong's face immediately showed joy.

"We just ask you to save us and leave."

Rongrong explained, "To be honest with you, we are dying."

"What do you mean? Who wants to kill you?"

Feng Lin looked at Rongrong and asked.

"The great elder of our race wants to kill us..."

"Let me tell you."

Hong Shan came over from a distance and interrupted Rongrong. He looked at Feng Lin and said, "My eldest brother, Rongrong's father, signed a military order in front of the Great Elder, saying that he wanted to seize the flowers of the sacred tree."

"We were clearly successful, but in the end an old man covered in bandages came and wanted flowers, which we naturally disagreed with, so a fight broke out and we lost."

Hong Shan continued, "The opponent's ability is very strange, and it is at the semi-saint level. My eldest brother was killed by the opponent in order to save us, and the four of us escaped."

"All wrapped in bandages? Black or white?"

Feng Lin asked.

He had indeed seen quite a few of these, such as the earliest Dugu Poxiao and the Zhou Kui in the ancient battlefield.

It's not that one of them is wrapped in white bandages and the other is wrapped in black.

"White bandage, do you know him? Speaking of which, his aura should also be that of a descendant of Yanhuang."

Hong Shan looked at Feng Lin curiously.

"I don't know him. I have seen people wrapped in black bandages."

Feng Lin didn't want to talk more about this matter. It had nothing to do with him anyway. He continued to ask, "What will be the consequences if your mission fails?"

"The military order my father issued was that if he failed to complete the mission, he would die." Rongrong looked at Feng Lin and said.

"Is your father stupid? Why is he issuing a military order for no reason?" Feng Lin shook his head.

"You don't understand the traditions of our Taotie tribe. The military order is the stakes. The more difficult it is, the greater the reward."

Rongrong's face was full of seriousness. "This is a gamble of life. This is the way of our clan. Father did this to give us the resources to practice." (End of this chapter)